thefolder | Merry Christmas, Chosen...

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Merry Christmas, Chosen...

Who: Venusmon, everyone
What: The giving of the D-Streams
Where: Terminal City, Roaming Park
When: December 25th, 2013, morning

At the stroke of midnight on December 25th, every Chosen and their partners fall asleep wherever they are, with nothing able to wake them. They won't stay there all night, however. Bright and early, as if turned on by a switch, the Chosen will awaken in their beds to find their Digivices missing. The individual Digimon -- those without rooms, brought in like the Chosen -- similarly fall into slumber or stasis, waking where the stand in the morning in the morning.

They will all wake up with a note in their rooms, written in beautiful script. "Come to Roaming Park," it says. There's some kind of noise outside. Something drawing everyone out. Noticeable first is the fall of snow, so far absent from Terminal Tokyo. It covers, among everything else, Roaming Park, where on a bench there sits a Venusmon, with a very large sack. Around her are tables full of all sorts of food, and Digimon there both partaking in it and setting up more. It's a whole feast, not spoiled by the weather, but enhanced by it.

[ooc: Below there will be a thread to interact with Venusmon, where she will answer some questions and give out the D-Streams. Every non-canon Digimon character will receive a D-Stream, whether they see her or not. At the end of the day, they will appear in the Chosen's hands. This can also be used to generally mingle with each other and enjoy the snow.]

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Hiccup pauses in his carving to look up at BWG with a smile, leaning back against the tree with a sigh. "You too, BlackWargreymon." Though, really, the massive Digimon has been rather hard to miss in the crowd. He just arrived a little late so he hadn't had a chance to speak with him yet.

Courageous gives a shy wave from not far away, Fearless doing the same as he looks up from...whatever it is he'd been trying to make. "'Ey man! Was wonderin' when we'd see you!"

That shy wave from Courageous is somehow endearing to BlackWargreymon, though he can't put a claw on the reason why. Perhaps it's the innocence the Digimon possesses, or the strength that she was finally able to show against him during their time in the forest. Or, perhaps, it's a case much more like that flower, from so long ago.

"I have brought gifts for the three of you," he announces, holding them up in one gauntleted hand. He kneels, ans stretches the hand toward Hiccup and the small Digimon he's become so fond of. Two small, pink flowers are carefully wrapped in paper, just protected enough from the cold that they have a short while before they'll freeze. A single glove accompanies them, just Hiccup's size - though it doesn't seem to have a match.

Gingerly, he picks up each flower, giving the first to Fearless, and the second to Courageous. That leaves the lone glove for Hiccup.

Hiccup leans forward and takes the glove from the massive hand in front of him while Fearless and Courageous take their flowers, both taking a moment to look them over. Fearless appears both surprised and unsure exactly what to do with his, while Courageous immediately takes her flower and places it behind her ear.

The viking holds his glove up so he can get a better look at it, turning it over in his hands. It's definitely his size, but....there's also only one of them. He chuckles and shakes his head, choosing to just thank the Digimon for his thoughtfulness instead of correcting him on his mistake.

"Thank you very much, BlackWargreymon. These gifts are great." Really, if he and Wheeljack do plan to go through with building that smithy....this glove might serve a purpose later after all.

While Courageous fusses over Fearless- trying to get his flower behind his ear as well- Hiccup rummages in the bag next to him until he finds what he'd been looking for. From within he pulls a wooden figure that's at least twice the size of the rest, obviously having been made the night before. It bears BlackWargreymon's exact likeness. "And this...I made for you."

With the same care he used to handle the flowers, BlackWargreymon takes the wooden figure. It's almost too small for him to hold, so he makes certain not to grasp it too tightly as he examines the many details that Hiccup carved.

He gently bows his head. "Thank you, Hiccup. This is the first gift I've ever truly received." Then he leans to one side, looking just a bit thoughtful - though with just his eyes and body language to go from it might be hard to tell. "I must make a request of you, however. I do not have a place to reside, as you Chosen have, and I fear that holding this figure with me will risk it becoming damaged. I would like for you to keep it safe, on my behalf."

Hiccup nods, reaching out carefully to take the figure back from the Digimon. "Don't worry BWG. I'll hang onto it for you. I'll keep it somewhere safe in my apartment."

Fearless nods curtly, looking quite...festive with that flower on his head. "Yeah! It ain't gettin' messed with on our watch!"

"You have my gratitude." Knowing the gift will be kept safe puts the massive Digimon at ease, enough to again be amused by Fearless' impertinence.

"So...I trust you've been having a good morning so far?" Hiccup asks as he picks up the carving he'd been working on again, though it doesn't look detailed enough to be pegged as a certain Digimon just yet.

"It has been uneventful, until now. I admit, however, that I was surprised to have been stricken with sleep so suddenly. This body does not require rest, as you should recall." His body hadn't moved at all the night before as the Chosen all had been, as he had no place to call his own and no home to be returned to. However, he had a difficult time recalling the last true slumber he had fallen under. Since his body needed no such thing, he partook of sleep only very rarely, and the feeling was a rather strange one.

"I remember." Though it seems that sleeping after such a long period of no rest, even if you don't particularly need it, would feel...at least nice in some fashion. "....So what did it feel like to you?"

"That would be difficult to describe." BWG ponders over the matter for a few moments, trying to decide what would be best relate-able to a young human. The sensation of sleep was one that he had never become accustomed to. "I do not know that I would call it...pleasurable, as a human would find it. I am unused to losing consciousness, and similarly to regaining it. The process is something that feels foreign."

Hiccup just shakes his head a little, smiling, "I understand. Don't worry about it...I was just curious since I've been working on your entry in my Digimon journal." For...informational purposes purely, of course. Regardless of the fact that the new Digivices have basic information on certain species of Digimon, that doesn't mean he won't do some documenting of his own.

That journal is something that BWG still finds quite commendable. As a rule, most Digimon were well-versed about the others; however, special exceptions, such as himself, were also much more common than one would be led to believe. Such a compendium of data on these unique cases could prove crucial someday.

"May I read what you have written in the entry so far?"

Hiccup nods, sitting up a bit straighter as he rummages through his bag for the journal. He leafs through the pages briefly until he locates BlackWargreymon's entry, turning the journal around so he can see. On one side the Digimon will see his name written in Runic Norse, as is the rest of the information actually in the book. On the other side are several sketches of BWG's head from the front, side, and back, with a full body reference on the other side.

"Sorry it's uh...written in runes."

For a few moments, BWG pores over the pages, attempting to process the information anyway, even though it's so unfamiliar to him. However, it becomes apparent quickly that he doesn't have any data in his memory banks pertaining to this language. He could make a vague guess at what the letters are meant to convey, but not enough of one to be worthwhile.

"Could you read it for me?"

Again Hiccup nods, turning the journal his way again so he can read what he's written there.

"BlackWargreymon. A Digimon with both a warrior's stature and a warrior's heart. Though a lot quieter than most in Terminal Tokyo, his actions often speak volumes in everything he does. A good friend."

"A good friend."

The phrase brings a flashback of speaking with Taichi's Agumon partner for the very first time. BlackWarGreymon had done nothing, he felt, to earn the friendship of anyone - but...could that be part of what Agumon had been trying to tell him? He hadn't been trying to be a friend...yet here he was, with a Chosen and two of his partners, being called just that.

"That is...what you think of me, Hiccup?"

"Of course it is," Hiccup replies with a smile up at the towering Digimon. "Wouldn't have written it in stone if it wasn't true."

Slowly, BlackWarGreymon holds out one hand to Hiccup. That was the sign of friendship Agumon had tried to get him to accept so long ago.

"Thank you."

Hiccup's smile grows, and in return he reaches his own hand out and "takes" BlackWargreymon's, even though his own is monstrously dwarfed by it.

"You're welcome."

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Merry Christmas, Chosen...

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